It was already late at night. The corridor of the police station was brightly lit, but it still felt a little stiff. Six or seven policemen walked out of their respective offices and looked at the chaos in the corridor.
A young girl who had just graduated from school and joined the police force not long ago was taking a nap in her office when the entire window suddenly shattered. At this time, this young clerk was so frightened that she didn't know what to do. She stood at the door and looked at the distorted window, then at the two teenagers confronting each other in front of her. She was dumbfounded.
This Muay Thai Prince had only been arrested at night. Mu Qingqing might not be clear about the situation, but the policemen downstairs had already heard about it.
Ciri Wang and Cui Guohua were pushing and shoving each other, but the outsiders couldn't tell what was going on. For a moment, everyone didn't know what to do and just watched in confusion.
In just a few seconds, Ciri Wang felt that something was wrong. According to his teaching, once an attack was launched, it must be like a storm, not giving the opponent any chance to breathe. Just now, after being slapped in the face, Amre stood there in a posture. It was unknown whether he was stunned by the humiliation of the slap or was stunned by it. Even his body was trembling slightly.
How much strength could a slap have? Just now, although the sound of the slap was loud, it was just a very ordinary slap. The humiliation was far greater than the actual injury.
Although Cirriwon was a Muay Thai master, he couldn't stop a special agent for long. After grumbling in his heart for a few seconds, he suddenly heard Amre shout and charge at the young man in front of him again, swinging his fist!
At the same time, Cui Guohua's hands suddenly moved, shaking off Ciri Wang's suppression. He raised the muzzle and shouted, "Don't move!" Ciri Wang's hand pressed down again.
Cui Guohua's eyes flashed and he was ready to pull the trigger.
In the next moment, the gun didn't go off.
At this time, the arc of the two people's movements had become violent. The two policemen next to them also reacted and understood that he was trying to stop the two foreigners from committing a crime in the police station. They reached out to pull out their guns.
However, at that moment, no one had the time to pull the trigger. Cui Guohua, Cirlivan, and even the surrounding policemen were all attracted by the actions of the Vietnamese youth in front of them.
Just now, the Muay Thai kid, who was still using his ferocious whip kick to break the iron window, took two steps forward. Before he could even throw a punch, his left leg strangely bent, causing his entire body to lose balance. He staggered two steps to the left before he could barely straighten his left leg and stabilize his body.
Once again, he assumed a Muay Thai posture that was no longer standard. Amre shook his head lightly, and his breathing became extremely rapid.
He retracted his left hand and wiped the sweat off his face. When he wiped his face for the third time, he subconsciously stroked the side of his ear. Once, twice … Under the bright lights of the corridor, the traces of blood flowed from his left ear to his cheek. It was a ghastly sight …
At this time, the policeman standing not far in front of him could see even more clearly. As the blood flowed out of the youth's ear, the nosebleed continued to flow like a broken dam. His left eye was congested and turned red, and half of his cheek was dyed red by the youth's touch.
After a while, he slowly raised his hand and stared at the blood on his hand. He muttered a few words in Vietnamese and then turned his gaze to the youth in front of him.
"Uh, that … Don't look at me like that … What's wrong with you … Are you sick … Did you suffer an internal injury before?
Hey … You, you, you … Why are you looking at me like that? I only hit you lightly … "
In front of him, Jiaming seemed to be frightened by this strange scene. He mumbled to himself as he tried to explain himself. Looking at this strange scene, his cheeks twitched slightly and the corners of his mouth twitched.
He took two steps back to a safe distance and spread out his hands innocently. In his hands was the plastic bag of the thousand-layer cake, which was dangling innocently in the air.
Seeing this, Ciri Wong and Cui Guohua stopped their Tai Chi push and walked over. Ciri Wong helped his disciple to sit down by the wall and checked his bloody cheek. The two of them exchanged a few words in Thai and occasionally looked up at Jiaming, who was standing on the side with an innocent expression.
Cui Guohua stood nearby with a pistol. He looked at Amre on the ground and then looked at Jiaming. He spread his hands and shrugged as he asked silently.
Jiaming also pointed at the youth on the ground and his cheek, then spread out his hands to express his innocence. He probably meant, "I only hit him lightly, who knew he would be so weak …"
"Sigh, call a doctor, call a doctor …"
Cui Guohua shook his head and asked the police officers behind him to find a doctor as soon as possible. It was too unimaginable for him to be beaten like this with just one slap.
While Jia Ming was still thinking about how to deal with the aftermath, a figure appeared beside him like a thunderbolt. Cirrion rushed straight at Jia Ming. At the same time, Cui Guohua raised his hand and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Stop!"
"Bang —"
The bullet almost passed by Ciri Wong. The porcelain on the wall shattered and splashed. Jiaming's body was also sent flying by a violent kick. He slammed into the wall at the end of the corridor a few meters away and slowly slid to the ground.
"Didn't you hear me tell you to stop —"
Cui Guohua roared and pressed the muzzle directly on Ciri Wong's head. Ciri Wong's goal was achieved. At this time, he didn't dare to compete with the agent who actually dared to shoot. He just turned around and looked at him coldly.
While looking at Ciri Wong, Cui Guohua shouted at the end of the corridor, "Hey, are you okay?
How am I going to explain to your sister if you die! "
"Of course … I'm okay …" Rubbing his hands and chest, Jiaming slowly stood up with the help of the wall. Just now, he walked up and picked up the bag of pancakes on the ground, "Fortunately, my ability to escape and resist attacks are good. What Muay Thai grandmaster, I'm going to vomit …"
Jiaming spat a small mouthful of blood on the ground in disdain. He wiped the corner of his mouth, "I heard that Muay Thai is the kind of boxing that can kill people with one kick. Now you can even block me. Did you not eat today?
Here are some pancakes. Do you want some? I bought them on the way here. "
Jia Ming stood in front of the Muay Thai Grand Master who had a pistol pressed against his forehead. Jia Ming expressionlessly raised the plastic bag in his hand. The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds before Jia Ming continuously spat a few bloody saliva onto the ground. Afterwards, he stuck out his middle finger and turned around to walk away: "Pei, pei, pei, pei … If you don't want to eat then forget it, I'll go to the detention room myself. You guys can slowly investigate the matter here, but it has nothing to do with me. I only slapped him once, and for him to be like this, he must have suffered internal injuries or something else … Didn't you say that Brother Little Wu gave him an Iron Mountain Lean?
Soon after, in a room on the first floor, Jiaming opened the door and saw Smoky, Lingjing, and Shasha sitting inside. The TV in the corner of the room was playing a midnight soap opera, and in front of them were juice and melon seeds.
"Wow, I thought you were here to suffer. Who knew you were here for a vacation? If I had known, I would have come a little later."
Jiaming closed the door with a smile. Smoky stood up, folded his hands in front of him, and bowed. Shasha was not so polite. She rushed over and hammered him.
"You're still talking about it? Can we go now?"
"It was that guy named Cui Guohua who brought it. We couldn't refuse it. He also asked his men to move the TV here." Lingjing said with a smile, "But we didn't drink a single sip."
"Haha, there's no need to be so guarded against them."
Jiaming smiled and raised the bag in his hand, "I'm afraid we can't leave for the time being. Have you eaten supper?"
"Not yet."
Shasha smiled and took the bag of snacks. She took a piece and popped it into her mouth. "Oh, by the way, what happened outside? It's so chaotic. I think we heard gunshots just now … but Smoky said it must be firecrackers …" They were originally waiting to leave, but now that Jiaming was here, they were relieved and did not ask why they couldn't leave for the time being.
Jia Ming exchanged glances with Yuechi Kaori, who was sitting quietly at the side. Then, he smiled and waved his hand. "I heard it too. It was the sound of firecrackers. But the chaos was caused by Brother Meng. I'll tell you later. Come, have some supper first. It's fine to drink their drinks. Don't worry … When I came over, I saw that the shop at the end of the street was still open. It's banana-flavored, which is your favorite.
"Yes."
The quiet Japanese girl nodded and took a piece. As usual, the soap opera on TV played out the melodramatic plot of life and death. Sha Sha watched it with relish. Ling Jing was not as careless as she was. When she saw Jiaming sitting beside her, she noticed the dust and stains on his back. "What's wrong with you?
Your back is so dirty … Did you fight with someone? "
"Well, that Muay Thai guy was not convinced that he was taken to the police station. When he saw me coming over, he chased after me to hit me. I gave him a light slap …" Jiaming shrugged indifferently.
"A slap?" Lingjing thought for a moment, then looked at Jiaming and asked softly.
"Don't worry." Jiaming smiled, "He won't die."
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The three girls, who were deliberately arranged to sit in a quiet corner, did not know that because of this light slap, the situation in the police station was a little chaotic. Of course, the most chaotic was the national security team led by Cui Guohua.
After the injured Amre was put into the ambulance and sent away, Cui Guohua found Xiaowu, "Hey, let me ask you something. That Iron Mountain Lean last night, did you use too much force?"
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